User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries/@comment-3094815-20110126120549

Darkshadow's axe swings like lightning in a glittering pattern in front of the stoat's face, cutting a whisker here, snicking a little earfur there but never touching him; a clear sign of the skill of the weapon's wielder I do not wish to kill you right now, stoat Darkshadow states flatly Though I could without blinking an eye, before you could lift a paw with that dagger. pauses and shrugs lightly What'll it be? Should I kill you now? your choice